Christina Georgina Rossetti

[Christina Rossetti] (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

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  • bumface (3/24/2018 12:31:00 PM)

    lol i hate her her poems stink shes a dweeb XD

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  • sofia (3/24/2018 12:30:00 PM)

    these poems are the best my favourite one is what is pink a rose is pink : 3

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  • Gulzar Hussain ranjoor. (3/19/2018 12:01:00 PM)

    I like these poems

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  • Kshirod Kumar Dehury (3/15/2018 7:27:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem, I like your poem.thanks...

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  • Ankita (3/4/2018 1:05:00 AM)

    Very nice poem

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  • katy perry lover (2/12/2018 8:15:00 AM)

    Athy c. c. Read Rememberby christina georgina rossetti. It's amazingly fabulous

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  • Katy perry lover (2/12/2018 8:11:00 AM)

    I LOVE CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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    I don’t like the one

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Best Poem of Christina Georgina Rossetti

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far ...

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Sappho

I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh
When the dull day is passing by.
I sigh at evening, and again
I sigh when night brings sleep to men.
Oh! it were far better to die
Than thus forever mourn and sigh,
And in death's dreamless sleep to be
Unconscious that none weep for me;
Eased from my weight of heaviness,

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